The Human Heart - Brian Dewan

In our day-to-day experience it has always been concealed

In the operating theater it now may be revealed

I saw the glistening human heart lying in repose

So tender and so vulnerable, beating and exposed

The human heart is a lustrous thing

A wondrous thing, the human heart

Look at the patient lying open wide

It cannot hide

The human heart

It has a passionate temperament, as everybody knows

Gushing grandiose sentiments as a toilet overflows

Throwing violent tantrums and prone to fits of rage

It can’t keep still, it rolls around in its ribcage

The human heart is a preposterous thing

A monstrous thing, the human heart

Enlisting sympathy with vulgar sobs

It pounds and throbs

The human heart

And yet it lives for love and duty at its own behest

A lifetime through of work to do with ne’er a moment’s rest

Sustaining vital organs, anointing them with blood

Devout in its vocation of vital organ-hood

The human heart is an untiring thing

An inspiring thing, the human heart

Despite the heartaches of the rolling years

It perseveres

The human heart

What strange abomination holds fancy over fact

What byzantine mutation would love what can’t love back

What kind of freak of nature forgives a heinous crime

And leads us towards as yet untraveled paths to the sublime

The human heart is an inscrutable thing

An immutable thing, the human heart

The human heart is an untiring thing

An inspiring thing

A preposterous thing

A monstrous thing

A lustrous thing

A wondrous thing

The human heart